The murmurs in the coffee shop were incessant, and Edward Harrison clenched his fists, his brow involuntarily knitted together.
"Little Sophie..." Two words slipped softly from his mouth, but Isabella Yates heard them nonetheless.
"Edward, she's already Asher Land's woman, see the reality!"
"Oh, no, she's just Asher Land's secret woman, his kept mistress. Think about it, could the woman of the Golden Era Consortium's president be such a mediocre actress?"
"She..."
"Isabella Yates, are you done yet?" Edward sneered, "You're not embarrassed enough, are you?"
In the coffee shop, everyone was scrutinizing them with peculiar glances. Edward didn't say another word and pulled Isabella outside.
Actually, he really didn't want to lose his temper with her, but her words about Sophie Smith were too much. He could tolerate her arrogance and willfulness, but just as she said, he couldn't tolerate her slander against Sophie.
